HAPPY WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY! I didn’t give you much background last week on our new WIP, “The Sail of Their Lives”, so I’ll take the opportunity to fill you in now:
Five years ago, Daniel Bonerati, his wife, Christina, and younger brother, Joey, were sailing on Dan’s boat – when it exploded at sea, leaving him the only survivor. This cold case was recently handed over to a new authority, and Jackie (Joey’s wife) has been summoned back to Hilton Head by the police for more questioning. The explosion, originally deemed an accident, has turned into a full-blown murder investigation.
Daniel, her handsome, large, strapping, gentle brother-in-law invites Jackie to stay at his house on the beach for a couple of weeks, and their long-standing, solid friendship of over twenty-five years quickly turns into a romance. Even though she is horrified to learn that Daniel knows all about the lifestyles she and her late husband practiced (DD and age-play), it is comforting to have found someone she can be herself with again, and Daniel is only delighted to summon his inner dominant personality…
Because this story is a murder mystery, I will try to be careful and share only sex and punishment scenes. Otherwise, there will be way too many spoilers :) I hope you enjoy reading the snippets to come. We've had so much fun writing them! ;)
Daniel stared at her in disbelief.
“Don’t shoot me - I’m just the messenger. Wait a minute. Are you upset that I had lunch with Julie?”
“Of course not, but I thought we felt the same way about gossip. I don’t want you involved in that sort of dialogue, especially with my partner’s wife. You never know what could be taken out of context.”
“I was listening, not sharing.” Jackie crossed her arms in defense.
“It doesn’t matter. Gossip is still bad news. And why do I feel there’s more to this story you’re not telling me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The innocent look is not going to do you any good, young lady. We’ve been through this before. I don’t want you playing detective. If you are gathering information on my friends and colleagues to pass on to Detective Andrews, then you’re in big trouble. This investigation is a serious matter, and no suspicion should be cast onto anyone without real, hard facts backing it up. The idle gossip you are engaging in could cause serious repercussions. Do you remember what happened the last time you tested me on this issue?”
“Yes.” Her head lowered along with her eyes.
He lifted her chin with the pads of his fingers. “You can do better than that.”
“Upstairs, right now,” he said quietly. “Change into your nightgown and wait for me on your bed.”
“We haven’t even had dinner, yet.” Defiantly, Jackie’s mood changed along with her posture.
“Take those hands off your hips and move your feet upstairs. Now.” His voice remained calm, but stern.
When Daniel entered her room, she was sitting on the side of the bed dressed in a long nightshirt. “This is a very dangerous game you’re playing, Jackie, and it needs to stop this minute.”
She nodded, but didn’t look him in the eye.
“Look at me, please.” He spoke softly as he moved the hair from her eyes.
She took a deep breath and gently took his hand in hers. “Joey and Christina were my family, too. I just want to help.”
“Don’t you understand? I can’t lose you. Haven’t we both lost enough already?”
“Do you really think I’m a target? Daniel, someone exploded a boat that I wasn’t on, remember?”
He reached over and propped two pillows up by the headboard. “Scoot your bottom over here and get comfortable,” he said in a low tone as he helped her into position.
“What are you going to do?” She looked nervous and obeyed his command.
He silently reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a clear, plastic bottle. “After all these years, I think we need to become better acquainted. You don’t seem to understand when I am joking or serious.”
“Of course I know w-when you are serious,” she stuttered nervously.
“Unfortunately, it’s a little late to come to that conclusion.” He calmly unsnapped the lid and generously coated his finger with a glob of the slippery substance.
She raised her eyes to the ceiling as he gently bent her knees and patted her bottom.
“Lower your panties, young lady.”
She reached under her nightshirt, lifted her bottom off the bed and slid her panties down to her knees.
“Take them all the way off. It will make it easier when you walk over to the corner later.” He turned his head slightly and winked at her.
Grimacing, she rolled her panties all the way down and handed them to him as she shook her head.
Gently, he held her ankles with one hand and applied the pad of his finger to her sensitive bottom hole. She looked at him briefly, and then squeezed her eyes shut as the tip of his finger slipped in a little further.
“I need to see your eyes, Jackie.”
She obediently opened the lids of her chestnut brown eyes and gasped as his finger edged in a little deeper. “Let’s go over this one more time, shall we? Do you remember the last conversation we had about this investigation?”
She nodded as her pupils dilated. He slowly pushed his long, thick digit deep into her rectum and it stung. After keeping it in position for a minute, he finally spoke as they stared into each others eyes. “The next time I hear that you are gathering information for Detective Andrews, I will bend you over this bed and punish your little bottom hole with something much thicker and harder than my finger. Do you understand?”
She watched the satisfied expression on his face as he removed his finger and reached for a disposable wipe. Quickly placing his arms under her, she was lifted away from the headboard.
“I promised you a reddened bottom, didn’t I?” He slowly raised his head and waited patiently for an answer.
I really appreciate that you stopped by today and hope you enjoyed a little taste of our WIP!! Don't forget to hop over and visit the other blogs before you go - there are some great authors who love to share!! ~ shelly